Armed with a heavy axe
I'm ready now
One by one
To slay the idols within
These tall sturdy figures
These creations of mine
Placed craftily by Iblees
Hidden in crevices within
Some seem so shiny
Some rooted so deep
Some made of iron
That only faith has softened from within
Each one so lofty
Only violent swings of rejection can bring them down
Making sweat unfurl upon my brow
And my body shake from within
Shattered pieces all around me
Sharp debris cuts through my skin
Head spinning out of control
Heart throbbing hard within
Pangs of pain pierce the emptiness
Sweetly mingled with airy release
Light fills where there once was darkness
Radiating from its righteous throne within
Are all the idols really gone?
Can any come back to life?
I know my heart is home to only One now
Yet my soul struggles fearfully within
Holy Qur'an (29:17): "For ye do worship idols besides God, and ye invent falsehood. The things that ye worship besides God have no power to give you sustenance: then seek ye sustenance from God, serve Him, and be grateful to Him: to Him will be your return."
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